creasing in value, and if that new trolley deal should go through it would certainly enhance the value of your farm very greatly. I am sorry I am not just now in a position to take up that mortgage for Mr. Potts. But I can tell you of somebody who might do so, and that is Mr. Wadsworth."
"You mean the gentleman who owns the jewelry works?"
"Exactly. He has plenty of cash and is constantly looking for good investments."
"I'd like to ask him, only I don't know him."
"I'll give you a note of introduction, Dave. You'll find him a nice man to meet," answered Mr. Basswood.
The note was written, and with the paper in his pocket the boy went on his way.
Having expected to call upon Mr. Basswood, and also Mr. Gay, the lawyer, Dave had dressed himself in his best suit of clothes, and polished his shoes. His outfit was far from a fine one, but it was clean, and there were no rents and no buttons missing.
Mr. Oliver Wadsworth lived in an elegant mansion standing at the head of one of the best side streets of Crumville. The grounds were tastefully laid out, with trees, shrubs, and flowers. In the rear was a fine stable, where the jewelry manufacturer kept his horses. Close by was an-
